The young brunette sat squarely at the counter on a rounded blue seat with his hands
folded under his chin and his back arched out lazily; something his parents despised but
that he started to like. He picked it up from some Americans he'd viewed over his years in
the stated. He'd admit he admires their sustainability to do whatever they want without
people watching them and criticizing them. Thoughts aside, the brunette, Minseok, stared
down at the light shade of blue counter that reminded him of clear skies. A sigh escapes
his lips and he pouts only slightly because he's unsure what to drink, and some of them He
can hardly pronounce.
Minseok was startled by worker who pestered him about what to drink and Minseok could
barely look up because he didn't want the other to see his embarrassed red face. "I-I"
Minseok bit down on his bottom lip and finally murmured a drink, anything that came to
mind. Though, he wasn't even sure what it was. "Thanks," he murmurs very softly and looks
to the side. What he liked about the place was that it was quiet, mostly anyway. However,
he suddenly felt a lack of coffee in his system and shifted in his seat. "Maybe later," he
told himself while looking up and propping a Palm under his chin to hold his gaze up and
his other arm lanky by his side.

Riley pushed his way through the black, bulky doors and the first thing that caught his
eyes were neon lit lights. He ruffled his hair, trying to figure out what to do first.
Riley made his way to the so called bar area. For once, Riley thought he was cool, I
suppose. Black vest, long-sleeved white dress shirt, black tie, black and white vans, and
his hair flipped up. I mean that seems like a 'fly' style, right?
Riley cleared his throat as the bar tender came to his assistance. His somewhat deep,
smooth voice greeted the tender with a smile and a simple 'Hey'. "I'll just take a water
for now." He said ending his request with a gentle and charming smile. Riley never started
the night with a alcoholic beverage, considering he wasn't much of a drinker. He licked
his thin, full lips to provide moist for them. Eventually, the tender came back with his
water, and Riley began to drink. A sign of refreshment, escape his lips after he stopped
drinking.

Minseok found himself staring at a tall glass of a yellow substance much like mango in
front of him and he stared longingly at the drink after swallowing the regrets that made
their way up his throat like vomit. He wanted to get up and leave; needed to, at the very
least. When did he figure out this was an alcoholic bar? Two seconds after eyeing the
smell that made its way to his nose after looking up to capture the bartender's crooked
and weary smile that had him on edge. However, as close as he was and thirsty to pick up
the drink, a smooth yet husky voice made him glance over, blink and stare. The brunette
found it funny, Much to his own stupidity, that the boy came to a bar to drink water. But
as fast as he found it funny, it hit him like a brick that not all guys were the same.
Minseok, hell, if he were caught dead where he was now his parents would disown him and
tear him a new hole.
Minseok, despite his obvious staring at the tanned skinned other, was now drowning in his
own admiration. The boy had darker skin, a foreign look he could see from a mile away.
Minseok was very pale, vampire fantasy pale with single eyelids and hair that couldn't be
tamed. They were total opposites, and Minseok liked comparing himself to the other. While
the other wore a vest, Minseok sat quietly in his denim jeans that reached his knees and a
loose white collar shirt and bow tie, though he had rushed earlier that morning after a
surprising call from angry parents asking about his new life.
Sighing, Minseok looked back to his drink and fumbled very slightly when grabbing it. He
took a long drag of the coated alcohol and after settling, he felt the urge to spit it out
because it was far too sweet for his liking. He glanced around after covering his mouth
and coughing when swallowing it down hard. The bartender looked startled and was going to
ask how he was feeling, but the boy shook his head. "I-I'll just take a water instead,"
said the boy who had never tasted alcohol before. It's too strong..

Riley thoughts were invaded by a coughing, gagging sound. He looked to the left then the
right, finding a boy having a vodka peach mango on ice probably mixed with rum. It was a
strong drink, very strong for someone who never experienced the drug alcohol before. Riley
looked at him and then the drink then back at him. Right away he could tell that the
brunette wasn't used to alcohol. Riley's left eyebrow raised and a smirk came upon his
face. "Are you okay?" Riley asked, looking at the newcomer on the corner of his eyes.
Riley began to look at the boy more closely. He was from the asian distinct, brunette,
pale skin, different style then him, and wasn't a fan of alcohol. Well, Riley already knew
a couple of things about him: He didn't drink and him and Riley were the complete
opposite. This shall be interesting.
Riley continued to drink his water peaceful, waiting for an answer from 'him'. He didn't
know his name.... yet, so he decided to call him, him. Riley finished his drink as the ice
settled by itself. He once again looked at the boy from the corner of his eyes.

Minseok dropped his hand after a long pause of time to let the embarrassment and gut
feeling in his stomach settle down. He glanced over to his right, to his left and he
slowly pushed his drink further from his body and cleared his throat so maybe he could
also clear his mind. 'Are you okay?' The familiar voice from minutes ago makes the
brunette confused. Me? Said boy was looking towards him while the Asian boy looked
over and found himself at a loss of words. "U-uh." Minseok looked to his new glass of
water and took a long sip out of it, maybe now that his mouth was cleaned out from the bad
taste he could probably speak a lot better. However, he found himself staring a little
when looking towards the boy, the stranger. "Yeah.. I think," Minseok makes awkward eye
contact and looks away only slightly to hide his crimson cheeks. "I've never had alcohol
before, so.. Did I disturb you? I'm sorry.."

Riley smiled by the blush on his cheek. It was obvious that he never had
alcohol before, so Riley nodded in agreement. "No it's fine." He replied in his soft
Australian accent. His accent wasn't all that noticeable but you could tell he wasn't from
around here.
Riley smiled charmingly at the boy. "I'm Riley, by the way." His deep yet smooth voice
seemed to caress the air. He pushed his fingers through his hair and dragged his tongue
across his lips. Riley looked back over to the boy. He smiled once more. "And your name
is..." Riley hoped he was comfortable enough for him to tell his name.

Minseok noticed the other's accent and found curiosity to have killed the cat inside him
as he grabbed his water with one hand and pushed his body meekly around to one side to
face the other with his knees touching together and eyes glued to the other as he spoke.
His back straightened, though his voice was rasp and nervous as he talked to the other.
"Riley?" A coy smile was faint on his lips, but they smoothed into a natural one that had
him smiling very slightly. The name was foreign on his lips. He liked it. However, he
tried to keep his mind clear and less obvious of his gleaming eyes. He nodded his head and
watched the other, a speechless action until he reminded himself that he had to pay
attention and answer. "My.. name?" His head turned and he blinked once. "Oh! M-Minseok.."
He smiled. "My name is Minseok. Nice to meet you." He held out a shaking hand, unsure if
it was correct.

Riley tried to pronounce that name in his head, and failed. It was a pretty name and so he
was determine to get that name correct. He watched as Minseok repostioned himself to face
him. That made him blushed softly, but not enough for it to be notice.
Riley was still thinking about Minseok's name that he didn't even notice the other's hand
was extended out to him. "Oh nice to m-meet you too." He delayed while extending his body
to take a hold of his hand. Riley smiled as he began to move his hand up and down to have
officially greeted Minseok. While Riley was shaking his hand, his crystal blue eyes met up
with Minseok's, but only for a short second. He couldn't help but to blush by that so
Riley looked away slightly. letting go of his hand.

Minseok watched the other who seemed in constant thought, and Minseok wondered what
exactly the other was thinking because it made him curious as well. When the other shook
his hand he returned to the earth with a shattering drum and hum of a beat that might have
been his heart beat, but he wasn't as sure. Though as their eyes met both seemed to have
looked away shyly, the brunette slowly bringing itself down to his side so he could take a
short sip of his drink before nodding his head again. "So... Riley," he looked back to the
foreign boy curiously. "What do you.. like to do? Sports? Or.."

As soon as Minseok said 'sports', Riley began thinking about his father.
He withdrew from an answer for a couple of minutes and quickly shook his head. "I'm into
art, mostly." Riley attempted to try to put a smile on his face. He turned towards him and
glided his fingers through his hair. "What are you into?" Riley asked woth a soft
smirk on his face.
Before Minseok could answer, Riley ordered a more intense drink, called soda. I mean it is
more stronger then plain ole water, right? After requesting another drink, Riley focused
his attention back on the brunette.

Minseok felt a twinge in his stomach as the other stopped from answering right away and
Minseok understood for only those matters of seconds that he may have hit a nerve with the
other. He pulled the drink of water to his lips and watched the other very slowly with a
short and sad tug of his lips into a curved smile, blinking at the other's final response.
The brunette nodded his head and watched the other order another drink, admiring the boy's
taste. "I uh... sing, and dance, I guess," said boy shrugged and turned towards the other
slowly. "Art, huh?" Minseok smiled naturally and slightly smirked at boy. "What kind of
art? Do you paint?" Minseok drowned down the rest of his water and asked for a refill. "Or
do you just like to look at art?"

Riley watched as the tender sat a glass in front of him. He nodded to the
tender as if thanking him with motion not words. Riley grabbed his drink and brought it up
to his lips. After he finished, he licked his lips and glanced right back at the boy.
"Well..." Riley said as if he was about to give a long story. "I like to look at art,
paint art, draw art, color art, do street art, and tattoo art." His lips drew up into a
smirk. "Anything that is considered art, I do." Riley shrugged as if that was nothing. He
was used to telling people about his art career, to the point it was routined.

The brunette stared at the other very slowly in amusement while nodding his head and
sipping his new glass of water until it was of distaste of the Asian who began feeling a
bit out of place. "So just art? I've never really seen much art in my lifetime, let alone
any artists." Minseok smirked a little And glanced over Riley's drink and then back up to
the boy himself. "Why are you so interested in art? My parents say it's just a stupid
hobby, a waste if time. But why do you like it so much?" Minseok tilted his head a little
and folded his arms in his lap to watch him. "Are you any good?"

Riley smiled and smirked. "Am I any good? You shall see for yourself." He
got up from his chair and stood in front of the other. "I would like to take you some
where." Riley held out his hand slightly and smiled charmingly. "Do you trust me?" He
asked just to make sure. Riley didn't seem like the scary, creeper type. At least he hoped
he didn't. Besides, no one can say no to that smile.